TITLE: Betrayal
DATE: July 29, 2002
NOTES: I've had this rolling around in my head for so long. "Betrayal" is my first Kaolinite fan fiction. This is also Kaolinite's image monologue. I was motivated to right this after an RPG I was in last night.
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Damn you…Professor…How could you?
I fold my arms and dig my long fingernails into my skin. I tremble with rage as I shiver, holding in my burning tears. Any deeper, and I could draw blood. Blood is red. Red is fire. Fire is rage.
What good is a promise? Words of compassion are meaningless.
The tears burn my eyes. I fight to keep them locked inside. What good will it do? It's not like anyone cares. Everyone sees me as the bitch. The slutty assistant who torments frail children and innocent pure hearts. What would they know about true hatred from love? Have they ever had their dreams of a happy life shattered? Have their entire lives been nothing but broken promises? All I wanted was to have a happy life in our master's new world. To make a name for myself. I dreamed of having...a loving family.
It doesn't matter. We can't help how others see us.
Professor…Backstabber. You told Cyprine the same thing.
Just you wait, Cyprine. The purest heart will be mine. Just you wait…The purest heart there is…
DATE: July 29, 2002
NOTES: I've had this rolling around in my head for so long. "Betrayal" is my first Kaolinite fan fiction. This is also Kaolinite's image monologue. I was motivated to right this after an RPG I was in last night.
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Damn you…Professor…How could you?
I fold my arms and dig my long fingernails into my skin. I tremble with rage as I shiver, holding in my burning tears. Any deeper, and I could draw blood. Blood is red. Red is fire. Fire is rage.
What good is a promise? Words of compassion are meaningless.
The tears burn my eyes. I fight to keep them locked inside. What good will it do? It's not like anyone cares. Everyone sees me as the bitch. The slutty assistant who torments frail children and innocent pure hearts. What would they know about true hatred from love? Have they ever had their dreams of a happy life shattered? Have their entire lives been nothing but broken promises? All I wanted was to have a happy life in our master's new world. To make a name for myself. I dreamed of having...a loving family.
It doesn't matter. We can't help how others see us.
Professor…Backstabber. You told Cyprine the same thing.
Just you wait, Cyprine. The purest heart will be mine. Just you wait…The purest heart there is…